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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

While brushing their teeth...

Related Posts with ThumbnailsTonight I was sitting on the couch in the living room reading the paper as the kids were brushing their teeth in the downstairs bathroom.

Darling Daughter started to complain that she had a ginormous zit on her face.

 
Thing One immediately chimed in that Mrs. Panzer, the school nurse, had just been talking to them about Puberty.

This is when I folded the paper and got "ready" for the "talk", or the questions, or the giggles, or the serious discussion that was certain to ensue.

But instead Thing Two said, "oh yes, we just learned about Immigration". 

Darling Daughter and I exchanged perplexed glances...


Darling Daughter decided to interject and said, "well, that was random".

At which point  Thing One responded, "oh yeah, I know, people actually died on the boats on the way over here".
 
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I have to wonder:  Is the lesson here: "don't complain about your zit, sister, because you are lucky you grew up in America and didn't perish on a ship during the commute?"

I'm not sure, but I went back to reading my paper and will happily save the "talk" for another night.

Darling Daughter shook her head, took another glance at the zit in the mirror, shrugged her shoulders and went to bed.

Clearly the trials of puberty is not an actual tragedy!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Happy Mother's Day

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"You are ruining my life!  You are wrecking any chance at all for me to have a normal, happy childhood!  I may not live through the torture that you are inflicting on me!" ~ Darling Daughter


Poor Darling Daughter!  Doesn't she look miserable posing in front of her mirror in her very messy bedroom?  In fact, I think this trauma has clearly done some real damage.  You can easily tell that from her pitiful, rotten face that scowls at everyone all day long.
 
Seriously, DD is the happiest, carefree girl anyone has ever met.  She is constantly smiling and bubbling with enthusiasm about everything life has to offer.

However, there is one subject that can make this girl cry real crocodile tears and/or get huffy.

A CELL PHONE

You see, Darling Daughter is the only 12 year old in her entire class, wait...I mean... in her entire school...no scratch that....in the entire WORLD...without a cell phone.

I am the cruelest Mom in the world.  Happy Mother's day to me, by the way.

In fact, the subject of a cell phone is off limits.  It really is not allowed to even be talked about anymore.  I cannot stand the tears, or the frown, therefore she knows where I stand and it doesn't need to be discussed anymore!  Subject is closed.

However, the other day, while riding in the car, Darling Daughter said, "417".

417?  an area code?  an address of a friend? number of loads of laundry I do in a month?

NOPE!  It would be the number of days until she "thinks" she is getting a cell phone.  You see her brother, Stud Boy, got a cell phone the last day of 8th grade.  Therefore DD thinks she will be getting one then too.  In fact, she tells me I told her that.  Ummm...did I?  If I did, did I say it would be one that only has the ability to call 911 and me?  Well, that made her dissolve into a puddle of crocodile tears.

Which is why we just don't need to bring up the subject...at least for 417 days!